Dear R, It’s been really tough. I’m sitting in my car crying and holding pig rabby. I wonder when I will get over you. I wonder if I will ever stop being sad. I’m sorry that things ended like this, ended at all. I miss you so much. It hurts a lot. In another life,

In the past I would have cried, but now I realize that you don’t want me or there to be an “US” at all. I waited for you at the building and you never showed up. I admit I was so disappointed when I realized you weren’t coming. Maybe that was your way of showing

Killing me softly, With every mortified, soul squawking glance, As I stumble through the light, mortified by the red hues that glisten, avoiding a stagnant glance, that quakes and shifts my vows to never love again. I recall a story I’ve never told anyone, But is a predecessor to my hollowed, cumbersome, nocturnal cries. You